Poetry- Elderly Lady in the Front Pew


The Elderly Lady in the Front Pew




Crumpled twisted hands

Pained fingers straightened

Aged spots; torn spots

Lifted in praise

Blue swollen neck veins convulsing

Bulging eyes masked by transparent eyelids closed

Withered; weathered

Teetering on unstable legs-

Captivated in exaltation

A scarred face watching

Trembling.

Stagnant bruises fester

‘Glorification unravelled…

Grace stained’ meets beauty.

Written: Age 18

Read the story here.

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